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Across numerous glorious years Our minds have grown, bloomed and flourished We recall that lively summer day, bathing in the sun’s warm embrace Pretty parrots chirping in delight, along with our merry laughter The soft moist soil caressing our feet – feather touch Her fingers, our rings, intertwined between each other. Kneeling together, and gently planting the seed . . . now a sapling . . . now a colossal tree We gave birth to joy; a haven for life of every kind. For these last life-draining months, after that dreary day I still shudder to remember, My mind has been barren. I recall that winter night, quivering from the sky̵

Stricken with fear? – NO! – perhaps. If you insist. This is but a tale – YET! – the thought shall torture you by day, devour you by night. Hear of the story, of a sad man, of a wishful man, of a dead man. Searching for an equal companion – the bird, the wretched, traitorous boulder – was but a simple thought. A poisonous thought. Crept up my lungs, grasped my heart, asphyxiated my soul. The trail of blood, but a sad remnant. I became a torn beast, a poor beast. Listen! From hell I have emerged to share my one wish alone. I come to you as a ragged corpse, in hope that perhaps YOU may heed my wish. With great